Visions of the Necrophant.

[Taty]

The old hag who had long been away had returned to the Drain. She kept to herself mostly, showing little interest in the affairs of those around her, until she heard.

There was discussion among a few dwellers that the dreaded vrolok Stravokov had perhaps been laid to rest. She became angry, screaming that they did not understand what was lost, another star had fallen from the sky. With disgust she spoke of the ignorance of those that destroyed that which was holy, not knowing the implications of their deeds. Her anger boiled over into a rage and soon she shouted and shrieked . Then slowly she froze, still except for her eyes, which slowly glazed over. Visions swirled in her mind , a message at long last from Velsharoon, greatest of the gods. Then the words flowed as if spoken by a force outside of herself

In time the night sky will again fill with stars, brighter and far more lasting than those that stood before. Allies have been brought by the mist, those of the Black Lord. The great deed is close to completion now that all things are in place. Only when Velsharoon and Bane act as one will past wrongs be righted, will the great accention occur. The land of Night will become darker, the Children of light shall suffer for their reckless acts. Armies will march forth and set all things as is His will ! Those of the fold will be rewarded, given great powers and office. Those that stray or are not true of heart will be exposed and suffer ironic fates ! Those that oppose his will shall be many, but the virtuous will remain steadfast against them. Find those of the dark fist......

Slowly she regained her senses, pondering the meaning of the vision. She had seen an army of dead marching on a Church, breaking it stone by stone. Horns sounded in the distance on this night of blood. She had seen herself in her true form, that which she worked so hard to attain....soon she would have help, she could achieve the act, she must find the children of Bane.

[Taty]

She had acquired so many thing to make the Great Ascension occur. The best of everything, a helm that offered the best of protection, an arsenal of weaponry, potions, scrolls, gauntlets, boots, cloak......all she lacked was a crown and armour worthy of one so high in His order.

 Would he grant her the gift ? It was too soon to worry about such things, there were still things to gather.

 But where were the children of the Black Hand ? Her fortune would surely help them ? She had so many gifts to give, she had been alone so long.
" These were not the thoughts of an immortal " she reminded herself.

How hard it was, to separate herself. As much as she detested people she still found comfort in them. Though she could not share her visions with them, her truth...His Truth ! The denizens of the Drain thought her odd, and repulsive, even by their standards. Were it not for the potions she sold and the danger she exuded she might have been asked to leave. But she did not think of such things. This plane was so petty, she was not helping Him so long as she was confined to thinking of this plane.

But she was too hard on herself. Was she not doing everything to become his immortal servant, worthy of notice in a celestial sense ? But would the Dark lord stop her ? He would not much approve of her plans, Elketh has said as much. Alhoon had also spoke of the dangers, but what did they truly know ? They existed because they were content to look outward and confine themselves to their little lairs. She thought them too weak to be truly Chosen Ones, but they were very close, and at present far closer than she. But they had the folly of wizardry, they did not have His blessing, as she had surely earned, for she was His Necrophant...